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Huling na-publish Sat, Oct 20, 2018
Suddenly, a feeling, lust maybe, overtook me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me again. Almost immediately he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even closer, as if the non-existent space between us was light years apart. Mark's tongue crashed into mine and his hands ran up and down my torso, my hands raking through his silky hair.
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After being selected to be a guest photographer for one of the biggest magazines in the world, Liv's life changed...in more than one way
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In the middle of the ocean
I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.Kumpleto
A stranger who stole my heart
I bend down and grab him by his collar and pull him up with me while kissing him passionately. He holds me as if might disappear if he lets me go. The way he held me made me feel so safe. The way both his arms held me caging me in his warmth. At that time all I could think of was him and all I could feel was love, admiration, safety and care. It was strange how a stranger whom I know for less than one week could make me feel so much at peace, so much at home! This is the story Pamela Matthews, an extremely ordinary girl struggling to become extra ordinary. What happens when a goody two shoes meets a rule breaker, someone who never was a conformist? What happens when he helps her to see the real faces of people and she learns it the harder way that not everyone is how they pretend to be? How will she deal with all the backstabs and lies? Was she better off not knowing the truth? Read to know if meeting a stranger changed her life for good or bad???. PS. This is my first story, so kindly be patient with me. Also please give your suggestions in comment section. Give this story a chance, because I will be updating it frequently (HEHEHEHE) and also because I am sure you will like it and if you do then please like and follow. Thank you in advance. =Justanotherwriter29=Kumpleto
a language only you know
A dance through time - past and present moments, and a look at the relationship of two girls, a trip to Barcelona, and promises made throughout their lives. -- "Well... It doesn't count that your touch lingers just a bit more on her waist when you're hugging her, right? And it's just simple friendship when you brush unruly strands of hair behind her ear and she blushes? Surely, it's platonic that you let your hands gently run over her back and her shoulder blades when she's asleep with you in bed? And, obviously, it's purely friendly behaviour when you pay for her tickets at the movies with a grin and a wave of your hand, and you spend more and more time alone with her, and for your free choice art assignment you painted her, and you stare at her for a bit too long to be just friends, and when people say the word 'home' your first thought isn't a place, but her (herherherherherher-she's everywhere)... You're doing okay, right?"Kumpleto
Last Night: Taking Chances
Everyone's had a crush. It's a secret, painful, embarrassing, all consuming and more often than not, it's unrequited. What would happen if you took a chance and told your crush how you felt? If you had nothing to lose... •••••••••• "Yes Ally?" she heard him husk in her ear suddenly. She stiffened before forcing herself to relax and turn to face her best friend. "I didn't call you over here," she told him calmly. "I know but you were staring so hard I figured you needed something," he told her with his infuriating smirk. She smiled sweetly in return, "Now, what could I possibly want from you?" His eyes roamed over her face for a minute before his arm shot out and wrapped around her waist. She let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly found herself pressed up against him. She shivered involuntarily as she felt his breath fan her face and stiffened again as she realized how close his face was to her own. •••••••• A story about a group of friends going after the boys they've been secretly in love with for all of high school. It's the end of year senior party and it's now or never. They might not get the guy but they'll still have each other in the end.Kumpleto
Scarlett
I noticed someone walk towards me. I stopped to gaze at the person. He was tall and well built. His ripped chest was visible under his plain white t-shirt. His track pants hung loose, a little below his waist. His facial features appeared familiar. He fiddled with his phone when he walked and did not look anywhere else until he reached the door right across the hall. He entered the apartment but paused before he could shut the door. His eyes met mine and I suddenly felt nervous. He raised an eyebrow at me and I looked away uncomfortably. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he shut the door. Scarlett Parker is extraordinary. Waking up from a coma after fourteen years and having lost her childhood, the small town girl is struggling to live like a normal adult. Mark Raymond is Scarlett's charming young neighbor with quite a reputation, always ready to lend a helping hand. What happens when the two worlds meet? Mark and Scarlett's journey with its own ups and downs is an incredible tale of life and true love. Be a part of the journey. Smile, laugh, cry and fall in love.Kumpleto
Between The Camera And Court: Falling For Brandin
In the vibrant city of Santa Clara, California, I lived a life framed by the lens of my camera. As a passionate photographer, I captured the essence of everyday moments while navigating the complexities of love. My heart belonged to Caitlin Clark, a spirited woman who shared my passion for art and adventure. However, my life took an unexpected turn when I crossed paths with Brandin Podziemski, a charismatic NBA player whose charm was as magnetic as his talent on the court. Initially drawn to Brandin's energy, I kept our relationship light-hearted, indulging in spontaneous escapades that morphed into a no-strings-attached friends-with-benefits situation. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to unravel my commitment to Caitlin. Each stolen moment with Brandin ignited something within me, a spark that I couldn't deny despite my best intentions. Caught between my loyalty to Caitlin and the undeniable chemistry with Brandin, I was torn. My world, once clear and beautifully composed like the photographs I took, became a chaotic blur. As I grappled with my feelings, I realized that love could take unexpected forms, challenging the boundaries of heart and devotion. Ultimately, I had to confront my emotions, risking everything to find out where my heart truly belonged. Would I choose the stability of love with Caitlin or the thrilling uncertainty with Brandin? The answer lay within the frames of my heart, waiting to be captured in the light of truth.Kumpleto
Book 2: The Hell Mouth.
My eyes snapped open as I fully remembered it. Remembered what he had done to me. He kissed me. I brought my hand up to my lips and gently touched them. I realized a smile had over come my face. I wish I had kissed back. Why did he kiss me in the first place? I had never talked to him about that and now I was getting more and more curious. I had felt fire works. No. More than that... I felt passion, wonder, confusion, love, life, light, a beautiful feeling that I never have felt before. Not even with Ryder. Should I ask him? Did he feel the same thing? Does he feel that way? But he's dating Catherine. Does he like me? Did he like me? Does he only see me as a friend now? Had I missed my chance? Was I being an idiot for thinking such things? Was that image supposed to be a sign that I'm supposed to be with him? Or was it the world trying to break me again?Kumpleto
Summer's Break | Jack Griffo ✔
"And you? What's your name?" Jack asked. No words escaped my mouth; I was too busy staring at him. I was in a trance. He tried waving his hands to grab my attention, but I still didn't answer. "Hellooo?" That's when I snapped back to reality and managed to answer. "My name's S-summer Lovem-m-more." I stuttered. "Thank you. What a pretty name for a very pretty girl." He winked as he finished writing my name down. I blushed. "You're guaranteed to have fun here! I hope you enjoy your time. Our first fun activity is tonight; we're having a campfire... Be there by sunset." He left with a smile and closed the door behind himself. Did he have to leave? I fell back onto my pillow and smiled like a lovesick idiot. But, I guess that's what I was at that point. [Disclaimer: I started writing this book at twelve years old - do excuse the cringey parts and bad writing. This book stays up solely because it has become quite successful and to demonstrate how far I've come with my writing lol. okay. thanks.]Kumpleto
We Sleep at Sunset (Ember 1)
His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights ReservedKumpleto
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.
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